Few people know I've been secretly training for the Athens Olympics the past few days - looking to set a new world record in Sound-Sleeping, but let's just say if they test me for drugs my name is Alotta You-Know-What, you know what I'm sayin'?
Sleep is... cool. Especially the kind of sleep where you wake up so tired that you just lay there with your eyes closed because exerting the energy to open them would push you over the edge, and realizing your body hasn't quite figured out you're awake yet so it just lays there all limps and feelingless. Or the kind of sleep where you wake up and there's drool rolling down your cheek, neck, and right in to the black shirt you're wearing.
Today my goal is to shower before 5:00pm. If I can manage to be awake long enough to get my ass in there I'll be set. The fact that I'll probably pass out on my bed, still in my bathrobe, for a minimum of 4 hours after said shower is but a minor detail.
Dear strength,
Remember the old days when we used to hang out for 17 hours a day? Just because sleep and I spend 17 hours a day in bed doesn't mean I don't still care for you. Soon, I will snap out of this drug-induced coma and we will frolic in fields of sunflowers. Doesn't that sound lovely?
Wish you were here,
~M
I'm exhausted... the shower will have to wait. Nighty night.
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Your immune system is fighting the good fight too...
Get well soon. Lunch isn't the same without you.